Heroin Love Read Online Free
Author: I.M. Hunter
seconds, let out a big sigh, and proceeded to walk casually towards the door. Excitement sprung through me as I entered the house.
The house appeared as it always did on a weekday evening, backpacks scattered in the foyer, dogs chasing each other throughout the house, the kids nowhere to be seen, probably in their rooms playing video games, and Megan in the kitchen cooking dinner. I made my rounds throughout the house, greeting Megan as I walked into the kitchen.
"Hey hun, how was your day?"
"It was fine, how was your day?" she responded distracted by the task of prepping the food.
"It was fine, thanks."
I gave her a peck on the back of the head as to not break her concentration and went towards the game room. And just as a suspected there they all were playing video games.
"What's up guys?" I directed to everyone.
"Sup, pops," echoed in unison as they all responded while still looking at their screens.
"How was school, what did you guys learn?" I inquired seriously.
"Nothing," they all resounded, still not looking away from the T.V.
That response always amazed me, I pay all this money for private education and they always learn nothing. Kids will be kids I guess.
"See you guys later." I said while walking towards my bedroom.
I felt disappointed, I guess there wasn't a big surprise. So much for being optimistic.
Just as I finished my shower, I hear Megan announcing that dinner is ready. I rummaged through the closet to find some comfortable clothes and went to the dinner table. She made one of my favorite dishes, balsamic glazed seared rib-eye steak, with maple dill carrots and garlic infused asparagus. I figured she did it for my birthday.
The kids rushed towards the table and began shoveling their food in as if they were hostages. The dinner table was quiet, all you heard was the sound of silverware hitting the plates as everyone ate. The kids finished their food in great haste and asked to be excused. Megan let them leave as she always did to avoid the arguments they would present to get back to whatever non important but seemed important to them task they were doing.
As Megan finished eating she looked towards me "I have to get Amber to bed."
Amber is my daughter’s daughter but we have been granted the task of taking care of her because my daughter Stephanie is unstable to be a good mother. Amber is autistic and needs to be on a strict schedule, with very rigorous routines to make her life easier. Megan would go put her in bed and watch T.V until Amber fell asleep which usually took a few hours. It was about 8 o'clock Megan got up from the table to go hunt down Amber.
"Have a good night." She directed towards me.
“You too, love you. Oh by the way your hair looks nice," I complemented even though it appeared it was said to deaf ears as she didn't even acknowledge my comment. And once more I was finishing my meal alone, not even a ‘Happy Birthday, Dad’ from anyone. I guess I shouldn't expect anything else, everyone is just caught up in their own little world.
I cleaned up dinner, and went onto the back patio to relax. I laid down on a lanyard hammock that was placed in between two palm tress on my lush green flawlessly cut lawn, and looked up at the stars. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, you could see every little star twinkling in the dark night sky. The full moon illuminating the ocean’s waves crashing into the sand as rustling palm fronds filled the air.
Laying there in tranquility, thoughts of Rachael began to flood my mind. Her ocean blue eyes, flat firm stomach, long silky legs, her perfect breasts, and I could not get her out of my mind. I could practically see an apparition of Rachael hovering in the sky amongst the stars. Reflecting on our session together a smile swept across my face as I stared into the abyss.
Chapter Five
Life went on. I haven't heard from Rachael, and I haven't reached out to her. My life resumed to the normal routine. It was November,
The house appeared as it always did on a weekday evening, backpacks scattered in the foyer, dogs chasing each other throughout the house, the kids nowhere to be seen, probably in their rooms playing video games, and Megan in the kitchen cooking dinner. I made my rounds throughout the house, greeting Megan as I walked into the kitchen.
"Hey hun, how was your day?"
"It was fine, how was your day?" she responded distracted by the task of prepping the food.
"It was fine, thanks."
I gave her a peck on the back of the head as to not break her concentration and went towards the game room. And just as a suspected there they all were playing video games.
"What's up guys?" I directed to everyone.
"Sup, pops," echoed in unison as they all responded while still looking at their screens.
"How was school, what did you guys learn?" I inquired seriously.
"Nothing," they all resounded, still not looking away from the T.V.
That response always amazed me, I pay all this money for private education and they always learn nothing. Kids will be kids I guess.
"See you guys later." I said while walking towards my bedroom.
I felt disappointed, I guess there wasn't a big surprise. So much for being optimistic.
Just as I finished my shower, I hear Megan announcing that dinner is ready. I rummaged through the closet to find some comfortable clothes and went to the dinner table. She made one of my favorite dishes, balsamic glazed seared rib-eye steak, with maple dill carrots and garlic infused asparagus. I figured she did it for my birthday.
The kids rushed towards the table and began shoveling their food in as if they were hostages. The dinner table was quiet, all you heard was the sound of silverware hitting the plates as everyone ate. The kids finished their food in great haste and asked to be excused. Megan let them leave as she always did to avoid the arguments they would present to get back to whatever non important but seemed important to them task they were doing.
As Megan finished eating she looked towards me "I have to get Amber to bed."
Amber is my daughter’s daughter but we have been granted the task of taking care of her because my daughter Stephanie is unstable to be a good mother. Amber is autistic and needs to be on a strict schedule, with very rigorous routines to make her life easier. Megan would go put her in bed and watch T.V until Amber fell asleep which usually took a few hours. It was about 8 o'clock Megan got up from the table to go hunt down Amber.
"Have a good night." She directed towards me.
“You too, love you. Oh by the way your hair looks nice," I complemented even though it appeared it was said to deaf ears as she didn't even acknowledge my comment. And once more I was finishing my meal alone, not even a ‘Happy Birthday, Dad’ from anyone. I guess I shouldn't expect anything else, everyone is just caught up in their own little world.
I cleaned up dinner, and went onto the back patio to relax. I laid down on a lanyard hammock that was placed in between two palm tress on my lush green flawlessly cut lawn, and looked up at the stars. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, you could see every little star twinkling in the dark night sky. The full moon illuminating the ocean’s waves crashing into the sand as rustling palm fronds filled the air.
Laying there in tranquility, thoughts of Rachael began to flood my mind. Her ocean blue eyes, flat firm stomach, long silky legs, her perfect breasts, and I could not get her out of my mind. I could practically see an apparition of Rachael hovering in the sky amongst the stars. Reflecting on our session together a smile swept across my face as I stared into the abyss.
Chapter Five
Life went on. I haven't heard from Rachael, and I haven't reached out to her. My life resumed to the normal routine. It was November,
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